Death be not proud

(PART II)

Death!
The greatest disease that has no cure,
The greatest mystery of nature,
Indeed an invisible fighter with no fear.
Death is bitter,
Bitter enough to taste!
Why are we still alive,
When all that values have been taken by you?
Death be not proud,
A day of penance is coming,
When we shall devote our time
Watching you perish before us.
Oh thou callous death!
Who definitely will pity you in this peril?
For your sins are unforgivable!
Your grave shall become a hot place
For you and your sins to live in.
And there will be no place for you to run to.
Then our prestige shall rise upon you,
For tears that are so hot
Like the interior of a house set ablazed with fire
Shall run down from your cheeks.
Death be not proud!


© Alabi Sheriffdeen Âyodêle
Young Boss ✓✓
D_F_P
(2019)
May 5 at 6:57 PM ·